REQUESTS CLOSED Formula 1 One Shots III

[2, 39 & 43] - [Mick Schumacher]

A/N: for RedBullRacingFan can we also take a minute to appreciate Mick's hands and arms bc holy shit

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WORDCOUNT: 1538

WARNINGS: nsfw (oral (female receiving), spanking)

2. "Those glasses are adorable on you"
39. "Did you come already?"
43. "Spank me"

You closed your laptop with a sigh, stretching your arms above your head. You had an evening lecture and thank god it was just done and over. You managed to make some notes in the first half, but eventually it was just too late and you were too tired from sitting behind your laptop for so long already. You looked them over, telling yourself to rewatch the other half of the lecture when you had some time left, however you knew you'd leave it till it was time to stress for the exam. You looked over at the door, which opened and Mick looked around the corner. "Hey, I was about to check if you were released from online lecture torture," Mick said and it made you chuckle. "Well, finally," you sighed again, briefly taking your glasses off to rub your tired eyes. You had made sure to take your contacts out before the lecture, knowing they'd get glossy and blurry after wearing them a whole day and then having to stare at your screen for two hours.

Mick approached you, having a cup of tea in his hand and a plate with two cookies in the other. "I was about to bring you these," he said and you smiled at how sweet the gesture was. You gladly took the mug in your hands, taking a sip of the damping beverage and it caused your glasses to get all fogged up, which made him laugh softly. "Those glasses are adorable on you," Mick commented, his fingers reaching to caress your face, making you smile even more. "Thanks," you hummed, referring to both his compliment and the cup of tea he brought. "How was your lecture?" he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed as you turned around in the chair behind the desk. "It was okay, but time and energy consuming," you huffed. "It's really just the time of the lecture, it would be so much better to have it in the morning or earlier in the afternoon," you continued. "It gives me a headache," you finished and he nodded, he could imagine.

"Maybe I can help you relax a little," Mick muttered, watching you as you stood up, leaving your mug on the desk while you made your way to him, feeling his arms wrapping around you and pulling you into his lap. He looked so cosy with just a white shirt on and some grey sweats. The look in his star-lit hues made you feel fuzzy inside. His fingers moved under the material of your shirt, caressing the bare skin of your sides and your back. "What were you thinking of?" You asked, draping your arms over his broad shoulders. "Why don't you just lay back?" Mick asked, a grin tugging on his lips. You giggled softly, leaning down to kiss him while he moved to let you down on the mattress. You stopped him halfway, his hands holding your waist and he was seated on his knees, about to hover over you when you pulled back. "Mick, you're always so sweet to me..." you said, in a tone that let him know you were about to say something else.

"Am I not supposed to?" Mick asked, his eyebrows raising. "You are, and you're amazing, but maybe I need you to be a little more rough with me sometimes," you said, nuzzling your nose against his. "All you have to do is ask, baby," Mick replied, his voice sounding hoarse in your ear and the goosebumps rose upon your limbs. You whimpered softly as he laid you back on the duvet now, hovering over you. You looked into his eyes, which had changed from a sky blue heaven to a dark, midnight ocean that swallowed you completely in its waves. "What do you want me to do, love?" Mick's lips brushed over your earlobe and then trailed wet kisses down the side of your neck, briefly making it unable for you to talk. "I want you to spank me," you breathed. "You want me to spank you? That's what you want?" Mick hummed, the caress of his fingers was sweet on your cheek. "Yes, Mick. Spank me," you said, feeling the blush rising to your face because he made you say it again.

"Alright, turn around," he said, his voice still had that rough edge to it that made your heart sink to the pit of your stomach in such a good way. You were quick to turn around, getting rid of your shorts meanwhile. "You have to tell me if it's too much, princess," Mick hummed, his teeth gnawing at his bottom lip at the sight of your ass up for him. Mick let his fingers glide under the shirt which you were still wearing, riding it up so he could caress your spine and see the beautiful dimples on your back before his palm massaged the flesh of your bum. You yelped slightly when his hand harshly came down on your skin, yet it didn't hurt a lot. Mick repeated it before hitting the other side, making you arch your back a little. You sucked your lower lip into your mouth, feeling the burn as he did it again. You felt your panties dampen between your thighs and you attempted to squeezed them together. Mick watched you squirm in front of him with each spank that followed, his other hand meanwhile feeling up your thighs.

You were a shivering mess, yet you loved the stinging feeling of his hand slapping against your bum again and you let out a cry when his fingertips stimulated your swollen nub of nerve endings. You curled your fingers into the fabric of the sheets, squeezing them into your fist and you were trembling as you felt on the brink of your release already while he was just pleasuring you in the most simple way. You didn't even feel ashamed of it, your core clenching around nothing and he spanked you one more time, the rough pads of his fingertips feeling so good on your clit, your body quaking into your orgasm. Mick was surprised, not thinking he could make you come so quickly without even pushing his fingers past your entrance. "Did you come already?" He asked. "Fuck, I did," you cursed under your breath, a soft laugh following while you leaned your head on your arms, still slightly trembling. "Turn back around, love," Mick told you and you slowly turned onto your back, the cold sheets even stinging against your backside.

You looked down at him, propped up on your elbows as you watched Mick press sweet kisses to your thighs, kissing your hipbones, littering every inch of your skin with kisses to make up for everything, even though you had loved it. He simply pushed your panties aside and Mick's fingers parted your slick labia, a soft grunt leaving his mouth as you were soaking wet and two of his digits slipped past your entrance swiftly, sinking in knuckle deep and curling them up against your front wall to hear the sighs and whimpers passing your mouth one more time. Mick didn't want to tease you, so his mouth immediately dove in to aid his fingers. The firm strokes of his tongue against your clit made you see stars in no time, your fingers wove into his hair, tugging on the roots of his blonde strands while your back arched off the bed. Mick buried his head deeper between your legs, the pleasure that clouded your mind had forced the headache away and you could only think about Mick, you could only feel Mick and your body only wanted Mick.

You felt tired, however you were craving that second high, feeling the familiar sparks already shimmering in your lower abdomen. "O-oh my god, Mick," you whimpered as his fingers twisted, scissored and curled their way to your orgasm. The obscene sounds mixed with your moans bounced off the walls and he gladly heard you crying out his name as you came on his tongue, your walls heavily constricting around his fingers. Mick guided you through your high, slowly taking his fingers out and licking them clean. Mick looked up at you, watching your blissed out expressions. He adjusted your underwear and your shirt, hovering over you to kiss your cheek sweetly. "Everything alright?" he hummed, caressing your face again. "Very alright," you replied, lazily swinging your arms around him as he rolled to your side. He gently took your glasses off, placing them on the nightstand.

The exhaustion was taking over as you looked at him, your nails tracing his jawline and he took your hand in his to press soft kisses to your fingers. You smiled at him, looking into his beautiful eyes till your own were too heavy to keep open.